The colors bright of autumn’s aim
Paint through the misty skies;
Each note of joy or shade of pain
Reflects in nature’s eyes.

The rustling leaves, in swirls of wind,
Carry the love of days;
Their falling soft, the colors pinned
Give beauty to life’s ways.

So let the seasons shift and roll
In time’s eternal flight;
Reflecting in the heart can toll
A signal of delight.

• Joyce Kilmer